Chapter 14
by 
Venita
Black's Move?
King-Side Bishop to D6
"Allow me, High Priest." The leader of the slaver cult raised an eyebrow at the sudden request by the figure to his left, tilting his head to look at the older individual, with a dark goatee that was more grey than black, and his hands gripping a gnarled, twisted staff capped by a skull. As the older man stepped forward and bowed his head towards him, he saw for a moment a dark glint in the man's red eyes.
"I will show our acolytes how to properly subjugate one of these empty sows."
"Oh?" The High Priest raised a brow at that, while the woman at his side laughed softly, a smirk on her perfect lips. "You think you can?"
"I have done it countless times before. Here, they'll have **** to ignore the proof before their eyes." The older man said with a smirk of his own, while the Dark Queen shot him a look, as if daring to try such techniques on her. A finger pushing into her snatch and slowly teasing her inner depths until she was dripping was enough to put off any quarrel between the two, while the leader of the group waved a dark hand forward.
"Go. I trust you to bring results where our followers merely use words."
"Have I ever failed you, High Priest?"
Before the muscular, pitch-coloured leader could respond, the cocoa-skinned Bishop walked forward, moving on a path down the Black Stones while he muttered a chant in the tongue of the Gods, his magic building and swirling around him while the woman in the bodysuit had her focus on the many more muscular men than he who were still standing nearby, none too eager to get stabbed by one of her poisoned needles.
The priest smirked at this, and placed a hand on the skull adorning his staff, while he moved close to the brown-haired white woman.
"Hello."
She whirled to face him, weapons at the ready, while the priest smirked, and the skull's eyes sockets suddenly filled with a bright red light, the same red as the priest's eyes...
"You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you...?"
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